That thing on the porch won't go away.
I called the police, but I don't think they're coming. They've got their hands full with the Manhattan quarantine, so they can't waste their time on a nothing little town like Otterkill.
That means it's up to me and the neighbors, and there are fewer of us every day. Fewer of us, and more of them. Every person we lose is one more monster to deal with. The Spiller family, the folks from the retirement center, even the Mathises' Rottweiler are now stalking the streets, waiting for someone to get too close. A single touch is all it takes.
I don't know which of my neighbors became the thing on the porch, and I suppose it doesn't matter. I've got to get out of here, but the Tarbabies are already showing up in Albany, and Philadelphia, and Pittsburgh. There's nowhere left to run, and there's no point in hiding.
Not when the shadows themselves are after you.
This zombie making ... (malady?) affects animals also. The tarbabie duck is hilarious. I'm not much for zombie type stories, but this one caught my interest and now I'm hooked. I just have to see how this turns out. So bring on the next one please.
Would you say that listening to this book was time well-spent? Why or why not?
Yeah, I'm really kinda getting sick of the zombie trope though.
Would you recommend The Shadow Man of Ichabod Lane to your friends? Why or why not?
For a credit yeah. Narration was good, story was funny.
What about Allen R. Brady’s performance did you like?
It was above average, but i found the slurching sound effects grating (as a rule I'm really not keen on sound effects in audiobooks at all)
Did The Shadow Man of Ichabod Lane inspire you to do anything?
Never go near ducks.
Any additional comments?
Fun little romp. Worth a credit.